The Herd

Out of Breath

Jackie Allaire McDonald, Guest Writer

December 20, 2017

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Not unlike his high school baseball career During which he surely stood, gasping for air, Just after winning states. Lungs straining in his hospice bed, I remind myself of his football team, For which he must have crossed some finish...

Grandmother

Jackie Allaire McDonald, Guest Writer

December 6, 2017

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It’s quiet, the way she wakes. Still and soft, she pulls the morning around her body and ties it into place. Her children rustle around her, her husband already at work. In forty-five years I’ll meet her, When her ...

Oxygen

Jackie Allaire McDonald, Guest Writer

December 6, 2017

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The oxygen in the sky is having a bad day. It sighs on its way to work, huffing freezing breath into office building windows, spitting leaves and dust into the ocean. It is tired of hugging the planet. The oxygen comp...

The Descent

Pseudonym, Guest Writer

November 29, 2017

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You told me I would be safe You told me that you could free me Of pain Of the carnage left in each human’s footprints You told me I was bigger than the time I’ve spent on this earth That it’s just too small for...

The Ocean Floor

Pseudonym, Guest Writer

November 29, 2017

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Lay with me on the ocean floor, And know that there is no pain Creeping into your lungs or your eyes. Just lay with me And feel, too, that there is nothing harsh nor vivid. There is only us, alone, With movements th...

Second Sight

Isabel Church, Guest Writer

November 29, 2017

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It was a quick hi Then off to class, departed But I felt something Dang, she was pretty Her eyes were immaculate I liked her a lot   Her beauty was square Her mind was even sharper Her short hair, pixie ...

Love and Hate

Avrey Mern, Guest Writer

November 29, 2017

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Love The color of roses crusted with dew drop jewels It happens when you pass a familiar face It sounds like rain pattering against a window And smells like freshly baked cookies Love   Hate The c...

To all the strong women I know (a poem)

Saraphina Birtolo, Guest Writer

November 29, 2017

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Right now felt like a good time to say, Thank you. Thank you for raising me For knowing me for a year, or a month, or a minute And shaping me for a lifetime. For teaching me it’s okay to be angry And focus ...

Red

Sophie Burchill, Creative Writing Editor

November 29, 2017

Filed under Creative Writing

What if glass didn’t shatter. And the sea wasn’t controlled by the moon. Would there still be a second available. For mistakes. Mistakes are ours. And so is glass. Yes, all of this glass. Is ours. The moon isn’t cla...

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